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Aryssin awoke from her long nap, apparently having fallen asleep after her talk with Sheryl. The world had turned a little different since she last saw it, appearing more lush and green than what she remembered. It reminded her a little of home, a place she had not gone to for a long time now, ever since she banished herself. Her mind began to wander a little, thinking of this and that, before she realised that different was..
Not good.
Quickly sitting up cross legged and rubbing the last bits of sleep out of her eyes, she realised her mind remained a little foggy. Inhaling sharply, Aryssin sought to quickly clear her head in order to investigate what was happening. However, all it caused was a massive headache, as the cold air constricted her blood vessels and the sudden rush of blood did not mix well together. Grabbing her head as the pain slowly dissipated, Aryssin calmed down. Placing her hands with palms facing upward on her thighs, Aryssin started to notice her breath, following its path from nose to abdomen. This slowly started to ease her, allowing her senses to open up and take in more information.
Finally coming out of her meditative state, Aryssin looked around. The food from last night still laid where she last put it. Picking it up, Aryssin mindfully ate it. Taking the final bite, she stood up, dusted the small pieces of food that fell on her clothes, and started calling out for anyone who might be nearby.

Cerebri walked a few paces before he heard that voice in his head. warning about Uhltor's might or somesuch. He was not really paying attention, instead choosing to focus on the signs that were on the walls. That cat paw was something awfully familiar to him, like he had seen it somewhere before... then it struck him.
"Stay close," he called to the rest of the group. Without looking back to see if they they had heard him, Cerebri bounded from rock to rock, reaching the fourth one and squinting again in the direction the previous arrow had pointed. Soon he spotted the next paw, this time pointing toward a moss covered stone. Taking 5 steps towards it, the Helldriver bent down and plucked a small lump off the rock and popped it into his mouth, slowly chewing on it. The moss smelled like old socks but tasted of buttered potatoes, which made Cerebri gag a little, yet savour the taste somewhat. Powering through the nasty smell, he swallowed. Instantly the world lit up around him. He saw luminescent trails that led off into the distance, each fork that led to an abrupt halt. He surmised that those were trap-laden areas of the cave.
All except for two.
Following the trail, he came to the split in the road. "Ingest that moss you see on the floor there if you need it," Cerebri said gruffly, pointing in the general direction of where he picked it. "It's called atiin chʼil, or the guided herb. Smells unpleasant, but it grants a manner of... Pathsight, if you will." Pointing in the direction of the two forks, he added, "It also seems like we are going to have to split up to fully explore the cave. Who wants to lead the other?"

Dyloceus rasped and choked, falling to the ground with a thud. The chains had more power than he anticipated, which was a problem for another day. He gasped for breath, allowing the air to enter his lungs, and slowly his heart began to calm. Folding his wings back and allowing them to merge with his body, he massaged the areas where the chain had held him fast. "You are going to have to wait while I recover," sneered the cambion, not wanting to be controlled by the likes of Gavin. He would do his thing at his own time, not at the beck and call of anyone.
Finally, after deliberately allowing for some passage of time to pass, and forcing the wayfarer to stew in his own thoughts for a while, the cambion looked over at Gavin. Clearing his throat to gain his attention, Dyloceus motioned for the wayfarer to move towards him. "We know what the arses here are after. That is vital information to us." Dyloceus paused for a while, allowing his thoughts to form a little clearer before continuing. "We can be information brokers, since we know that this information will be useful to many. Here's the plan." Dyloceus rubbed his hands in glee. "We are going to cause as much chaos down here as possible. What we have to do now, is to tell as many Lords of Hell what has come down here, and where to find the key. This will most likely start a massive 'discussion'," (Dyloceus motioned air quotes) "which will then be our time to steal our way in, set her free, and leave this place."
The cambion fished through his pockets for a small little marble, no larger than a pea, but so transparent that one could almost not see the outline of the marble itself. Pointing at the marble, Dyloceus slowly explained what it was. "This is a Marble of Faust, a highly magical item that can remove any foreign item from any object. I tested it previously, and it worked like a charm. It apparently has the power to remove curses as well, which makes me believe that it would be able to remove that darn thing from Dawen's body." Dyloceus held out the marble and placed it in Gavin's hand. "To use it, you have to place the marble on the point between the eyebrows. You'll know it has worked when the marble turns colour," preempting any question the wayfarer might have. "I am entrusting you with this artifact, wayfarer. Do not lose it or break it. I only have one."
He lied.
The cambion stood back up. Eyeing the surrounding, he slowly scanned the place. He was not far from his father's domain, and that was where he was going to start with the news spread. "Head east, you'll reach another Lord's domain there. Their demons look distinctly different from these over here," Dyloceus stated, pointing at the ones below them, where their heads all contained a third eye. "Get at least two Lords of Hell, I will get two myself. We shall meet back here in six hours." Unfurling his wings once again, the cambion took off south, toward the place he hated most.

Cerebri toppled from the top of the creature's head as it came tumbling down onto the jagged floor. Clutching his side, the Helldriver took a moment to examine himself for injuries. Realising that he was merely covered in bruises, with a rather large one forming on his side where he impacted with the rocks earlier after being blown off his feet, Cerebri walked and winced a little. With the cerberus finally controlled by Rodan, the battle was effectively over, and the remaining bone golems were taken down by the angel that had followed them on their journey. Finding a seat, Cerebri gingerly took of his coat and began slowly treating his injuries. He had realised that there was a flying item attempting to heal others in the vicinity, but he trusted only his own items, and declined an opportunity to be healed by it.
Fishing through his pockets, Cerebri took out a small container that contained a vile smelling herbal mixture that was meant for small wounds and applied it on himself. Curiously, upon touching the injured skin, the vile smell instantly dissipated, replaced by a sweet smell, akin to that of flowers in spring. Cerebri had obtained this salve as a favour from one of his clients; a family of apothecaries who were pursued by the local authorities for adding cyanide to their healing potions, causing the death of one of the local governor's family members. Little did the governor know it was Cerebri who set things in motion, who poisoned their well in order to gain the business of the apothecaries. Now that the family was forever in his debt, the Helldriver had an unlimited supply of the salve, which turned out to be extremely useful.
Putting his coat back on, Cerebri looked up. Everyone was off doing their own things, so he decided to have a look around the cave. Scanning the walls, he soon came across a carving; an arrow with a cat's paw right above. Calling out to no one in particular, he motioned to the carving, before stepping forward and following the direction set by arrow, hoping to find something, some clue as to why he found the cave so immensely familiar.

Dyloceus found himself frozen still. He knew Gavin was about to freeze him, but chose to take the attack instead of counter his move. The ice tickled his body as it spread, doing nothing but keep him in place temporarily. He could break out, but wanted to see what the wayfarer had in mind before he chose to act.
Seeing the wayfarer give in to the void powers disappointed the cambion. This was not what he had expected from the wayfarer; he knew that Gavin had more fight in him than he realized, but to see that he had taken the easy way out was really saddening to the cambion. ‘Time to knock some sense into that bugger’, he thought to himself, before heating up his body. Soon the ice that trapped him began to melt, and pretty quickly he broke free, sending shards of ice everywhere. The petrification of the dell was not something he could not reverse, however it required time and a lot of energy. Energy he was not ready to spend. Not yet anyways.
Flying over to the wayfarer, the cambion leaned down close to his ears and whispered,”Let’s all go on a little trip, why don’t we.” This caught the wayfarer by surprise, which gave Dyloceus time to sweep out the legs from underneath him, causing him to slip and lose ground. Quickly picking the wayfarer up by his ears and using his chains (or rope or whatever bondage item that was that kinky little fella) as a tether, the cambion followed behind the half elf as she was dragged into the depths.
“Welcome to my world,” he said to the wayfarer. The orange of fire lit up the place, creating plenty of bright spots that would blind anyone that looked too closely. Behind all that light was the deepest shadow, a large and rather stark contrast to the hellfire and brimstone. Dyloceus knew what laid behind the curtain. He looked at the place with detachment, numb to all that was happening around him. This was a pseudo home to him after all, spending his formative years here in the company of liars and meat cleavers. All that noise he was already accustomed to, and he was able to drone out their screams for mercy or of delight (he could never really tell which, they sounded too similar).
Sensing that they were near their destination, Dyloceus flew a little quicker, causing the chains to slacken a little. With a little shake (pretty violently for Gavin’s ears though), the chains fell off, and the cambion flew to a small outcrop of rock that hid the both of them. “I do not have time to explain why I did what I did,” started Dyloceus, turning to the wayfarer, “and I don’t think you’ll believe me either, but there is a reason I did what I did. I believe I can fix it, but for me to do so I need your trust.” Holding out his hand, Dyloceus moved it closer to Gavin, intending to shake hands. He did however, put the other behind his back, gripping on to the handle of his knife in case something went truly and utterly wrong.

Cerebri was surprised how at ease his female companion was around him, seeing how he was always cold and rather aloof to the whole group to begin with. A companion to many men in the past? Someone with a lot of prior experience in such circumstances? Cerebri did not care at this time. He was with a beautiful lady, and all was right. After his companion had asked him to go get some drinks, Cerebri gave Eliza a small smile and walked off to the barkeep. "Give me two cups of your finest ale," he growled, before leaning on the tabletop.
"Just a moment!"
Breaking out two large tankards filled to the brim, the barkeep nodded to Cerebri, smiling a wide grin. "Pretty lass," piped the barkeep, continuing his silly little grin. "Where'd you find such a fine one?"
"None of your damn business," growled the Helldriver. Glancing back at the elf, Cerebri could not help but stare for a little bit. A rush of heat hit his cheeks and painted his visage rouge for a second. Realising this, Cerebri quickly asked for some ice, which he quickly rubbed on his cheeks to force the blood away. Once satisfied, he brought the tray of drink to their seats, where he placed them in front of the lady. "To you," he said in a gentler tone, though it still came out as somewhat rather gruff, and drained some of the golden liquid.
As the charade continued, Cerebri constantly scanned the room, looking out for the two lieutenants. They seemed to sit apart from each other, probably to discourage the notion that they knew each other, while being close enough to each other to assist should the need call for it. "Come on, let's find a more private area." Taking up both mugs, he strayed toward the two lieutanents, before tripping on purpose and sending his two tankards flying expertly at the two lieutanents. Immediately they shot up, avoiding the liquids with precision. 'Good reflexes,' Cerebri thought to himself, hoping that his other two companiions had noticed their movement. Quickly getting up, Cerebri apologised to the two men, offering to buy them drinks and insisting on doing so. Signalling to the barkeep to prepare two tankards of ale, he signalled to Eliza and Jack: it was time to move.

Cerebri continued his dance, weaving and easing through intense heat and cold rock, taking shots when the opportunity presented itself. His mustekballs were not doing much in the way of damage, and must have felt more like bee stings than solid pain to the cerberus, but the Helldriver continued firing anyway. He was tempted to try out the new ammunition that he had gotten from a client just recently, but felt that this was not the time to try something new as he did not want the item to backfire on him. It was told to him that this new ammunition had better penetration and was a little explosive as well; this was something he wanted to try when things were more secure and was a little more controlled too.
Taking a glance around, he saw that the others were doing all they could to contain the threat of the cerberus, with the exception of one. The man he had transported before, Rodan he believe he was called, was attempting something at the leg of the creature. 'Suicidal,' he thought to himself, staring at the man for perhaps a tad too long. A wave of heat him Cerebri like a volcanic eruption, blowing the man off his feet and landing on the rocks. His coat had saved him from a much worse fate, helping to take the brunt of the lacerations and impacts that would have otherwise done him massive damage. "That's it," the Helldriver growled, taking off his hat and hanging it on his waist. Pulling up his three tailed whip, Cerebri cracked it once, making a deafening snap across the cave. Running forward, Cerebri threw forward his whip, snagging a rock off the ceiling. Using his momentum, Cerebri pulled himself up, swinging across in a wide arc before letting go, landing on the back of the cerberus. Running up its back, the Helldriver continued firing into the back of the creature, eventually reaching the top of the middle head. "Bow to me you insignificant thing," Cerebri bellowed, tossing the whip around the cerberus's open maw and tugging back hard, jerking the head backwards.

Dyloceus ran out of the courtroom after letting fly his mouth fart, watching the entire congregation turn into a massive frenzy. The trial was now effectively over; no one would ever be able to track where the other two had gone. Heading around the building, the cambion headed for the nearest exit to the two he had come to save and leaned against the wall. With any luck, he would be able to drag the two out of the exit and spirit themselves away as quickly as possible.
Moments turned into minutes, and the cambion began to wonder what was keeping them. The courtroom was now in full disarray, and it should have been easy for the two to slip off. Taking a quick peek inside, he saw a pool of blood on the floor. Alarm bells began ringing in his head, and Dyloceus bound forward, dipping a finger into the pool and tasting it. "Elf blood, with a hint of demon," he laughed to himself. Someone had beaten him to the punch. "Why am I not surprised that this would happen." Sliding over to the nearest guard, Dyloceus muttered a quick sorry before punching him hard. The blow instantly knocked the Lefellan guard out, and as he slumped to the floor, the cambion snatched the emblemed scarf from his neck and wiped his tattoo clean. This caused the spell in his eyes to fade, but there was no longer a need for that. Quickly flicking out his knife, he cut another quick but deep cut into his palm, before placing it on his tattoo.
"Come on ya big lug, time to earn your keep."
A large red runic circle glowed on the floor, before a hellhound stepped up from the depths. Taking two quick sniffs, the creature bounded straight for Dyloceus and sat at his feet, tail wagging vigorously. The cambion quickly pointed straight toward the blood pool, and the hellhound instantly ran there and caught its scent. Looking back quickly at Dyloceus, the hellhoumd barked once. "Good girl," the cambion muttered. "Now chase."
The hellhound leaped forward toward the city outskirts, while the cambion followed closely behind (he definitely did not like the run though, it was counterproductive. He would fly if it was convenient, but showing off his wings at this time would be suicide, and Dyloceus was rather fond of his life still). Eventually they came to a small lake inside a cave behind a waterfall, and Dyloceus immediately knew where they were.
"Grasspie, I'm home," Dyloceus called. Tendrils snapped out toward the cambion, but instead of restraining him the vines snapped across his face, leaving a tiny cut upon his right cheek.
"Don't you dare call me that, you lying scum."
Slinking from the back of the cave into the light, the dryad stepped into the light, face etched with fury. "Give me one reason not to kill you where you stand, you half demon swine."
"Because you are my one and only?" the cambion cheekily replied, which earned him another tiny cut on his right cheek.
"LIES. Do not presume to worm your way into my good books with your honeyed words, for your words are now poison to my ears." the dryad spat venomously at the cambion. Dyloceus shrugged, but said nothing. He had done something unforgivable to the dryad before, but now was not the time to seek forgiveness. Time was pressing, and things needed to be set in motion.
"I do not have time for this. Begone, foul creature, from my domain. On account of our shared past I shall allow you to leave with your head, but should I catch you here again, I shall not be merciful," the dryad uttered.
"Unfortunately, I too do not have time to explain what I am about to do," replied the cambion. Dyloceus quickly scanned the room, looking for the tail tip of the hellhound. While the dryad had focused all of her attention on the cambion, he had instructed the creature to seek out Dawen. Unbuttoning his coat, he allowed it to slip to the floor, unfolding his wings as it did. Spreading the leathery appendages, the cambion flapped them once, gaining altitude. Hovering in the air for a moment, he spotted the bright red tail, and swooped in on the hellhound.
Quickly taking out his knife, he uttered a quick apology to the dryad and looked down upon the healing body of the elf. "Well, as good a place as any," he thought. Leaning close to Dawen's ear, the cambion whispered sincerely, "I am sorry, but I have to do this," before plunging his knife deep into the elf's heart and twisting.

Cerebri fired his repeater muskets, entering into a battle trance he had not had need to use in a while. He gracefully stepped and spun, pivoting from his left heel to his right foot, sending his leg straight into the face of one of the bone creatures plummeting right at him. The force of his kick shattered the entire structure of the creature, falling to the floor in pieces. Just for good measure, Cerebri fired one musket ball at the head, smashing the bone even further. Turning back around, he fired off three more shots, each finding purchase in the heads of the flying bone creatures and smashing them in the process.
"We need to get out of here," Cerebri hollered at the group. He had fired off his final shot at another creature and now leaned upon a rock outcrop reloading his musket. Taking a fast peek out, he saw nothing. Quickly fishing for some wax balls in his pocket, he recited a quick fire spell which caused the wax balls to ignite, and lobbed them at different directions. The light of the wax balls illuminated the entire cavern, revealing shimmering walls that were reflecting light from the wet surfaces, as well as little shadowy tendrils that led back to one source. Stepping out of cover, he fired one quick shot in the general direction of the convergence, when a loud roar was heard moments later.
Loud thuds echoed through the cavern, slowly getting louder and louder. 'Something is running toward us,' Cerebri thought, before quickly bounding out of the middle of the cavern where he was before; not a moment too soon, as the boulder he had taken cover behind was crushed by the creature that just arrived, accompanied by all the bony flying creatures. A monstrous Cerberus, jaws slobbering and snarling nastily, each head glaring at the intruders. Growling back, Cerebri took aim at the three headed dog and fired his musket.

Cerebri found the descent to the cave easy enough, only taking care not to slip on the algae-ridden rocks. The setting definitely felt familiar, to the point of surreal familiarity. It was as though he had visited this cave before in some forgotten part of his childhood, though it made no sense. He had grown up far from here, in a small town in Genesaris, but his earliest memories were foggy at best. Did he somehow mix up where he was born? Cerebri leaned on the cool rock, closed his eyes and breathed deep. The cool air entered his lungs and cleared his mind a little; now was not the time to think of the past. He was here with an objective: to create as many inroads into this land as possible. Letting the thought of familiarity slip from his mind, but somehow with his legs being able to navigate seamlessly through the cave, he moved along.
Nearing a little split stream, Cerebri suddenly stopped. He felt something was watching the group's advance, but he could not tell what it was. The crunching on the floor had definitely taken on a distinct new tone, and looking down he discovered why; the bones in the immediate area had increased drastically. Intermingled with pieces of bat and lizard bone were the occasional human skulls. This cave was one that was explored before, but unfortunately not everyone who explored it left with everything or everyone. Sniffing the air, he smelled something putrid, worse than the decay of death. Looking back, he growled, "We are not alone," before pulling his multi-shot musket out of its holster.

"Practical or philosophical? Hmm," Aryssin thought for a moment. It had never crossed her mind that a philosophical fixer was possible, though now that she did think about it, she realised she solved both of them, through a more permanent sense anyway. By taking one view out of the picture, you were essentially left with an answer to a question, whether it was liked or not. "Both, I guess," she replied hesitantly, as though she did not really believe what she believed in. The guilt of what she had done still weighed heavily on her mind, and often she would sit morosely by a fire, contemplating what could have been if she had not met her teacher. The arts that were taught to her were.. interesting, to say the least. Her acolyte training had given her some modicum of light magic, which she was currently utilizing, but the dark energies that swirled within her constantly threatened to break out, especially in the heat of battle. That, coupled with her brush with a particular witch doctor previously, had made those desires even stronger than before; it was a good thing her magical items had kept those energies in check so far. Without them, she would probably have joined the ranks of the Yh'mi monsters; murdering and burning as she went along. She also had the help of that cambion who had previously purged her of some of her darker tendencies, but over time they had built up again. It was probably time for another purge, and she resolved to find the cambion once more.
"So, did you come alone," chirped Aryssin, snapping out of her deeper and darker thoughts. "If you did, would you like a companion? We should stick together, since there are shapeshifters about." This made sense to Aryssin, as the closer you were to someone, physically, the harder it was for them to be snatched away by those shapeshifting scum.
@Fierach

"Wings? No thanks," replied Cerebri in a low voice before returning to his wood carving. He had hardly the time to spend on this particular one, seeing as how he was often on a job. The wood carving was that of an elf he had recently met, and one that, for some reason, occupied some real estate in his head. He thought of her often, but never longingly. It came more as a flash-and-go sort of thought, though it came often; far too often. As he continued to scrape off shavings that would represent her hair, he meticulously carved it as he remembered it; soft, wavy and luscious. Suddenly catching himself in the act of staring too long at the wooden figure, he placed the carving back into his pocket and moved to the port of the ghost ship.
It was an amazing thing, this ghostly ship. He had never seen anything of the like, instead being constantly surrounded by magitech. It being run by ghosts was something even more interesting, but he was not here to admire things. He was here to establish inroads into an area of land he had not visited in a long while, and one of the first things on his agenda was to gather information on the place. Walking up to the fae, the same one he had been contacted by in a previous adventure, he made his presence known to her before asking if she had any contacts in Terrenus that he could speak to. He had some people already in mind to talk to, should they still be alive, but still, having one more to talk to would definitely improve prospects; cast a wider net and all that.
Spotting the cave the fae had talked about, he felt something familiar about it. Perhaps it was something similar to a cave he had visited as a younger man, or maybe... "I pick the cave," he growled, before heading off to prepare his arms for a potential fight.

Well I know my characters are not well known, but I'll do this anyway.
Dyloceus was a name I made up trying to make him sound Greek. Having grown up with Greek mythology dominating my life it was only natural I name my first character in Valucre someone Greek sounding.
Cerebri is named after the infamous 3 headed dog o'hell, and this was because I wanted the character to sound rather gruff and at the same time have all eyes on the ball when he does his deliveries.
Lancaster was a euphemism based on 2 words: Lan Jiao (blue bird in a Chinese dialect, which means the male genitalia) and caster, and you can basically guess what his name means (spread that thing far and wide yo).
Aryssin was basically meant to sound like assassin, and was also a combination of two words, array and sin. Her backstory is that she was once an assassin for a kingdom, thus the array of sin she has committed over the years.
That's all I guess.

Cerebri had a plan. He intended to walk into the bar, sit, and have a drink. After a few drinks, he had intended to act drunk, stir a ruckus, disturb the peace there in order to judge the reaction of the two lieutenants while hoping that someone would be able to sneak in and spike their drinks. After telling the two occupants of his plans, he motioned to Eliza to come over to him, where he asked gruffly if she would play his date for the evening. Depending on the answer, he would have to tweak his story, but the basic one was in place: either he would go in as a man who was spurned by someone he liked, thus giving him an excuse to drink, or he would go in with a fine lady, but make a fool of himself. This would too allow him to get to know the Elf lady more, and it was something he quietly hoped she would agree to. He did not want to seem eager to get to know her better, but every chance he got to get closer, he would try.
Whipping his horses into a frenzy, he turned several corners, each with surprising accuracy so that his passengers would feel nothing but a slight bump, and soon came to the front of the bar. Jumping off the driver's seat, he led his horses to the nearby trough and whistled low. The magitech horses lowered their heads and began refueling, taking in water quickly and letting off the steam as the cold water rapidly cooled the creatures. Depending on the elf's answer, he would either open the carriage door to let the lady out gracefully, or he would stomp off, banging the door of the bar as loudly as he could.

Aryssin grabbed the food and started to wolf it down quickly, before a pang of guilt hit her. Slowly she put down the bowl, smiled sheepishly at the Knightess and asked, "What's your name?" Realising that it was rude that she had not given her own, she quickly muttered, "I'm Aryssin," and turned to allow her beet red face to cool off. Turning back, she noticed that the Knightess was now examining a pair of silvered steel braces, and a quick glance at them revealed a small detail to her; a tiny sigil.
"Those are from the Kingdom of Lefel, off in the Cold South of Genesaris," she said in a matter-of-factly tone. Pulling out the dagger she had herself picked up from the belly of the fallen Chhitten Magnus, she pointed the lower crossguard at the Knightess, showing off the same emblem. "Probably from the Royal Guard too." Choosing to withhold the information as to why they would be there, the lithe girl slumped down toward the fire, picking up a nearby branch to poke and prod at the fuel, shifting them around so that the fire could consume the remnants that were hiding under the ash.
"I used to work for them too, the Lefellian Kingdom. Was one of their.. uh.." Aryssin stumbled around her head looking for the right word to use. Killer? No, that would probably scare her new friend away. Assassin? That would be worse. Fixer... Yeah, fixer. "Fixers," she uttered cautiously. She looked searchingly at the Knightess for any sort of response from the word she used, hoping that there would not be a bad or nasty one; she had, after all, left that life behind. Hopefully this was not the place where her past would catch up to her, not in the acrid wilds of Yh'mi.
"So, um, what is it you do?" asked Aryssin quietly, wanting eagerly to start a conversation with the lady.
@Fierach

The cambion managed to find the real court after a short while of searching due to the amount of clamour from the court itself. Apparently Gavin had managed to cause such a furor within the court that, due to all that excitement and anger, Dyloceus managed to slip in without anyone being the wiser. Choosing the farthest seat from the court benches, the cambion scanned the room quickly. There was Gavin up on the witness stand, blabbing his head off about being fair and all that (not that the cambion was really paying attention anyway, he knew how the world was and didn't care much for fairness), and Dawen, of course, the one being pointed at and accused of being a murderer. 'Bah, one soul isn't a murder," the cambion muttered under his breath, looking around the rest of the courtroom.
The baliffs were posted all around the courtroom, in anticipation of Dyloceus's arrival probably. Ever since his escape from the prison, he knew that they had predicted that he would try to make an entrance into the courtroom in order to disrupt proceedings (which indeed was his plan and eventual goal), and as such had posted more guards to combat that problem. 'Throw numbers at the problem, why not,' the cambion thought to himself, smirking to no one in particular. The courtroom was also filled with outraged citizens of Lefel, all intent on seeing someone hang for the crimes against their beloved citizen. No one in the courtroom saw reason at this time, and that was a dangerous place to be. The bloodlust was palpable, and this was highly.. unusual. No courtroom that Dyloceus had ever been in had this much contempt for the defendant, almost to the point where the hate was manufactured. 'Manufactured,' Dyloceus was intrigued. Rolling back his sleeve, he pressed his tattoo with a sharp nail, which caused a bead of blood to form on the tattoo, and muttered, "Invigorum Oculi". Almost immediately a small haze clouded his eyes for a bit before clearing, causing a tiny blue glow to appear around his irides. Immediately apparent were red tendrils that seemed to float around the participants of the hearing, floating upward into a cloud mass above their heads. 'Ah, nasty little bugger that one,' thought the cambion, who was now looking for the source of the cloud's forming. Tracing the wisps, his eyes eventually led to someone three seats from the Duke, who was now asking Gavin some poignant questions about his past. It seemed that every time the Duke spoke, more of the red mist would sprout out of his mouth and into the air, polluting it with even more bloodlust, and thus, making the crowd even more angry. "Crafty little arse, I'll see how you react to this."
"Chaos, meet greater chaos," Dyloceus said under his breath before drawing out his ceremonial dagger and cutting a deeper cut into his arm. The glow on the tattoo now shone more radiant as the bright red blood began to coat the edges of the cross. Once the entire perimeter of the cross was covered in the glow, he uttered, "Omnis iram, iram omnium" and opened his mouth. Instantly a large red cloud burst forth, adding to the already immense cloud that had gathered above everyone. What once was a trickle of red mist now turned into a massive tidal wave, and the crowd jumped to their feet, rushing forward at the two accused, bloodlust dripping from their mouths as spit and foam. "Time to run fools," he called out, hoping the elf and the human would hear him and bolt out the nearest door while the baliffs were busy with the mob.

Aryssin reached the camp just as food was being passed out to the survivors of the previous battle. Hastening her footsteps, she rushed forward, snatching the bowl out of Fidelitas's hands and wolfing down its contents. The healing she had to do to recover had left her famished, and hunger was probably her worst impulse control. Licking the bowl clean, the tired girl looked around, hoping to find other scraps that the other adventurers had left behind. Noticing that one adventurer had not taken her share of the food, Aryssin bounded forward and planted herself at the foot of the Knightess's food, staring at it longingly before mustering the courage and asking, "Are you going to eat that?", drool practically dripping from her mouth.
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As the battle died down and things started to calm on the battlefield, Aryssin looked around. Having spent some time nursing that broken rib of hers, she stood up gingerly, holding the once broken rib in case there was still some pain left. Finding out that there was none, she straightened up, surveying the battle scars that had been left on the plain. The sturdy wooden carts had broken down, and Aryssin could not help but wonder if she had been part of the cause; after all she had spent some time hiding in one, and that might have called attention to it. Thinking for a bit Aryssin shook her head; there was no attack on the carts while she was in them, therefore no blame could be afforded her.
Walking to the hulking beast that had caused her so much hurt, she kicked its head as though trying to see if the creature was truly dead (if it was not she would stab it repeatedly with her sword till no more head could be seen). Satisfied that the Magnus was well and truly dead, the ex-assassin followed the trail of the creature's body downward, noticing that there was a massive opening in the creature. Curious as to what the Chhitten looked on the inside, Aryssin slowly walked toward the wound, the smell of the innards hitting her like an anvil. As providence would have it, she noticed a glint in the leftover sunlight; a glint of metal that shone off something shiny within all that ichor. Picking up a stick, Aryssin poked and prodded at the glint until it revealed a small handle, silver and gleaming with little to no tarnish. Upon closer inspection, she noticed an emblem on the lower crossguard: a Lefellian coat of arms. This one was emblazoned in rose gold; it was a dagger once owned by a member of the Lefellian Royal Guard. Quickly tugging it out of the fell creature's innards, Aryssin wiped the dagger on her cloak, ridding it of all the stains that was upon its blade. "Still sharp," she thought, noticing a few threads on her cloak had split just by gently brushing the dagger on it. She expected it to be too, as Lefellian blades were renowned for their incredibly sharp blades.
"Poor bastard, to die so far from home," she thought to herself, slipping the blade into her belt. "Wonder what they were doing here though." Her mind began to wander, and soon stuck itself on one possible reason: to bring Miss Silvergrove back to Lefel. That would have been a good reason to venture so far, to look for the princess. "Well, too late boys, she's off," she muttered to no one in particular as she began walking off the field to join the others.